I think half of our life is written out for us and things happen the way their supposed to happen.
We lost the connection between the entertainment world and the neighborhoods.
Sometimes I can't believe half of the love that I get.
I'm not a flamboyant artist.
What was once easy became confused and hard, which brings us back to the mystic question, who is God?
Back then all I cared about was rhyming and making beats. That was my trade, my hobby.